"Father's Day"

[Meek]

   Submitted for your approval, my Father---Lyman Hopkins Miller, aged about 6 sitting on a pony some where in Reading, PA in the mid-1930's. My Father looks very happy--the pony looks underwhelmed.
    This is the little boy who had a fascination with magic and wanted to be a magician and went repeatedly to see Harry Blackstone, Sr. do his magic act at the Astor Theater in Reading. For a short time he did hire out to perform magic while working part time as a cab driver and attending night school to earn a degree in engineering.
     So here's to my Papa, who never grew up and was great fun to watch old horror movies with and tolerated my obsession with the Marx Brothers when I was a teenager(and thank God I inherited my Old Man's sense of humor).
     Here's to all the Dads out there in UMA land.

     "Meek"(Is there anything further Father?")

[Illoman]

I have my Father to thank as well for introducing me to Laurel and Hardy, the Marx Bros, Charlie Chaplin and WC Fields. He encouraged me in my drawing, and provided the means necessary for my success in life. He taught me how to be a father to my kids by his example.

One of my fondest memories of him, is when I was six or seven, my older brother and I had a paper route. We had to deliver The Shopping News, which was basically just a bunch of ads in the guise of a newspaper. We had a very large route, and it usually required us to load our sacks of papers in a wagon just to transport them. One day my brother was sick, which meant I had to do the route myself! This was very overwhelming to a young boy, and I remember going on the route, crying my eyes out. As I turned a corner, there I met my Dad, a burlap sack of papers slung over each shoulder, throwing them onto door stoops for me!! I can't explain the feelings that welled up in me, knowing that he did that for me.

Happy Father's Day to all the UMA Dads!!

Mike

[typhooforme]

My dad, James Albert Taylor (and my mom, Virginian Bachman Taylor) were photographed at the time of their marriage.  My dad was an aircraft mechanic in India during WWII--the China-Burma deal is what put our troops there at that time.  He tried never to speak of that time when he, a young farmboy from southwest Ohio, found himself far from home in a very foreign place.  He loved movies, and when I was a kid, he and I and sometimes an elderly neighbor, Mr. Campbell went to the old Dent Auto Drive-In on Friday nights in Summer and saw things that thrilled and delighted the youth I was then--INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS, CREATURE FROM THE BLACK LAGOON, HOUSE OF DRACULA in re--release, BEAST WITH A MILLION EYES, TARANTULA, and many many Westerns (I'm still a fan of Westerns today).  My dad's family was "musical"--he played banjo, his brother Bill played fiddle, my grandfather played the concertina, I played piano, and everyone sang.  My dad passed in 1984, but the movies remain an important part of my life and echoes of the music still sound in my memories.

[avenger]

My Dad passed away in 1979 and there's not a day goes by that I don't think of something
funny that he said or something he did for us.
Happy Father's Day,Dad .
                                             Here's to all our Dads !

[MedeaZorba]

A very happy day to all the UMA dads, especially my own! (I call him Dad, but he's known around here as Richard.)



-Angie

[CreepyJeff]

HI ANGIE!  You sneaky gal.  Didn't know this was you!  Thanks for posting this great pic of you and your wonderful dad!  I call him Richard and also call him one of my dearest friends.   Much love to you both!

Creepy Jeff